5 Nights Of Terror Novels & Stories

"Five days, Lena. Five days and we're both out. Somewhere green. I told you." "Somewhere green," Lena whispered against her shoulder, and held on. That night, Brynn lay in her corner shaking with the aftermath, and reached for Torrhen, and his fear and pride and fury crashed over her all at once. “What happened,” he sent, raw. “I felt all of it. The terror. I nearly came apart.” “He tried to trap me. One last time.” She let him feel the shape of it, the box, the third wall, the way she'd walked them both out. “I beat him, Torrhen. Without giving him a thing. Five more days.”

The look he gave Kai said everything the rain tried to wash away. Tomorrow. Same time. Same dangerous edge. Kai watched him disappear into the elevator, body aching in the best way, heart doing something dangerously close to stuttering. Seven nights. And he was already terrified of what night eight would do to him.

I was entirely caged in the dark. I felt his face press into the crook of my neck. His stubble scratched my skin. His hot breath washed over my collarbone. For seven nights, I had lain in this exact position. And every single night, pure, blinding terror ripped through me. My mind convinced me that tonight was the night he was going to finish what he started in the freezing rain. Tonight was the night he was going to tear the clothes off my body and destroy me right here in his bed.

The brute force. Suddenly, reality shattered. “No... NO!” The memories locked deep in her mind exploded like a broken dam. The darkness of that night five years ago engulfed her. The smell of alcohol, the pain, the helplessness, the unknown men... Panic hit her like a tidal wave. Her body began to shake uncontrollably, convulsively. Absolute terror took over her eyes. Just as Helena began to wish she were dead to escape this repetition of hell, something changed. All movement on top of her ceased abruptly.

“I think he’d look good in anything.” I close my eyes and bring a hand to my face. “He really does.” “So tonight. Right after sunset?” “We will be there.” “Good. I miss you, sis.” “I miss you too, Abby. Especially lately.” “Has something happened?” “Something is always happening,” I confess. “I’m looking forward to a normal dinner, with normal food and a normal conversation.” “I can promise you normal here. We’re not that exciting.” “Sometimes that’s a good thing. Because lately for me, exciting means demonic possession and evil blackmailing witches.”

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

She pauses, I hear her take a deep breath, and I know whatever she says next, I’m not going to like it. “For just a second, I thought the galaxy stood a chance,” she says, and I hear her voice sink. “But I got word this morning, that four days ago, a young boy leveled four buildings when Dominion soldiers tried to take him and his family to the mines on Korpillion. The Neron blast killed three thousand people, and it was a complete accident.” No. No. My stomach sinks. My hands actually shake and moisture instantly pools in my eyes. “Another Nero child has been found, on Korpillion,” Arden says. “And he was immediately taken by Dominion to Cyrillius.”

Five Years Later I wish I could say the nightmares had faded with time, but that would be a lie. Every night, they haunt me. The memories crash over me like a tidal wave the moment I jolt awake: Yolanda McKinney—the fake princess of the Blue Moon Pack, the so-called Alpha heiress—her crazed eyes locked on me as she floored the gas pedal. The sickening crunch of my leg as her car struck me, the searing pain as I crumpled to the ground, and the echo of her merciless laughter as she sped away.

Was this the end, or another one of his games? I pressed my palm against the glass. It felt cold, dead, just like the man who built it. Then, faintly, I heard something. A whisper. It came from the vent near the floor. I crouched, heart beating. A folded note slid through the small gap. My hands shook as I picked it up. The paper was rough, torn from a pad. Only five words were written, but they made my blood run cold. “Tonight. Window. Don’t hesitate.”

I wasn't afraid or weary of the length of the road as long as I didn’t have to walk it alone. The sky had darkened by the time the pick-up we were in finally stopped in front of Bu Narti's house. Dim lights from the surrounding homes welcomed us, and the sound of crickets began to fill the night. I jumped down more slowly than Julien, still feeling weak even though my body was a bit stronger after eating on the way. As soon as my feet touched the ground, a faint yet piercing cry greeted me. "Mom… where's Mom? I want Mom…" a small voice called from the porch. Ratna, Bu Narti's daughter, around seven years old, stood hugging a worn-out pillow. Her face was wet with tears, and her body trembled